Yves. 

I am now in France. It's already tripping me up at how different it is to Spain. I'm not used to all the French words being plastered around. Whenever I see French words, I think of Jiwoo. And how badly she wanted to come here. I shake that thought away from me. I have to get on the TGV INOUI on the way to Paris. I have to meet with my editor there and possibly start my classes at the Speos Photographic Institute.I have to turn on my English speaking hat, as I know not a of French. I should be in Paris by 8pm. I fondle with my new apartment keys that were mailed to me last week, How did I even score an internship here? In France of all places? Oh yeah, my lovely circle of connects. 

Boarding the train, I watch some beautiful features of France appear. The groves of land. The cities. The beautiful architecture. The comfortable lighting of the sun eased my heart. Pretty soon, it started to go down. I looked at my phone to see the time. It's 17:30. I forgot...autumn is fastly approaching. That's when the falls scatter to the ground and make beautiful pictures. It's also nearing what would have been Jiwoo and I's 3rd anniversary. I look through the photo drive to see videos of us on our first anniversary. I took her to a French-inspired bakery in Seoul. She was so new to the city, So was I. But, she was used to the metropolitan lifestyle as she was from Chungju. I was so excited as she gushed about how happy she was to be with me that day. She kissed me and we had slept together in the same bed. No . Just holding each other. I never experienced that form of affection in a long time. I lived my life so fast paced...but these feelings keep coming around. I find it crazy how I reflect at the most randomest of times. 

I approach Paris, France after a long restless nap. I hop in an uber and it drives me to my apartment building. It's a bit shorter than the one in Spain. It's also a little nippy out here. I pull my jacket close to me. It's a lot different over here. I see people being a little conservative. People just start gazing upon me like they don't know me. I felt like a stranger instead of being warmly welcomed. I instantly began to miss Spain and the comfort of my dormitory there. I walk up the steps and started to check for my floor. 5....6...7...BAM. A familiar face slams into me. I grunt. The person snickers and shakes it off like a boss. It's my bro Max from my small 2-week internship in England. 

"Max!" I say. "How's my favorite French Fry?" 

"You idiot," Max cackles. We do our little handshake and give each other a hug. "What the hell are you doing in my homeland? You gonna finesse some more gals, I presume?" 

I shrug. "Maybe. It's in my planner to at least spend some time with somebody's daughter." 

"It's crazy. I remember how you picked up 3  girls in under 3 days. That's insane. No one can smooth talk in their 2nd language like that, Yves." 

"Haha..." I recalled the crazy cat fight that those girls got into over me. Eventually, we settled that it was going to be an inevitable ending anyway because we were only there for a few weeks. My father told me simply "do not get into any trouble while you're in Europe". I didn't commit any crimes. Just broke a few hearts in my travels. I instantly remembered that I had to call him once I got settled in. "You know...when I left for Spain, girls still went crazy over me." 

"As expected for my Yves. Look, I just took this beautiful girl out on a date," Max says. His smile is genuine and warm. "She is different. Now that I think about it, she's from Korea too." 

"Korea?" I ask. "Hm. Where?" 

"She just said she came from Seoul. You're from there too, right?" 

"I went to high school there," I said. 

"Well this girl's a vocal performance major and she's new here. I really want to get to know her, but she's so standoff-ish. Like, she's always quiet. I tried to get her to talk about herself, but she said that there wasn't much. She barely even touched her food and she asked me out to dinner, Yves! But, she was totally out of it. So pretty. I just dropped her off because she lives here with her roommate." 

I nod. "Sounds interesting. Did you try anything I would do?" 

"You know I'm more reserved than you are, champ," Max says. "I gotta go. I'll text you on the WhatsApp group chat." 

We were still in that WhatsApp group chat from our internship. I barely text in it because I'm just..busy. I close the door behind me and call my father up. I want him to be happy so he could still support my dreams of being a photographer. I close my eyes as I hear the phone ring. Soon, he picks up. "Sooyoung?" 

"Dad." I breathed through my nose. 

"How are you?" 

"Great. I made it to Paris." 

"That's wonderful. I'll be sending you a new present by dawn."

"Present?" 

"I know I regret buying you that Audi when you were in high school...so I bought you a more suitable car. I purchased a white Maybach 62 S for myself and got you a matching one. I know you can take care of that." 

My mouth dropped. A Maybach? I almost choked on my spit. "D-dad...you shouldn't have!" 

"I am proud that my daughter is doing something for herself in Paris. I also arranged for us to meet at the Boutary on Wednesday. I want to talk with you about some important decisions that I'm taking with my company. You're my heiress, Sooyoung. You're soon to be in charge of the Creative division of Ha Industries, European sector, right here in France." 

I widened my eyes. "In charge?" 

"Director." 

"Director?" 

"Just repeat everything that I say." 

"Okay, dad." I laugh. "This is just overwhelming and I'm surprised..." 

"Look, kiddo. I have to go tend to some more business, but I love you." 

"Love you too." 

I sit in my new bedroom, holding my phone against my chest. Director of Creative Division of Ha Industries, European Sector is...Yves Ha. I closed my eyes, laughing. This is all too insane. It felt like yesterday I just met my father at my grandmother's retirement party. He had promised to be in my life since I was 15 years old. He always claimed that he was indebted to me, but now...he wants a place in my life and he finally sees my potential. I smiled. Maybe this is a sign for a turnabout in my life? Maybe my life will get more crazy? I don't know. 

All I know is right now, I have to work hard to stay in this position.